Cowboy Country (53 page)

“Geez, Jessie, you’re so beautiful. Your skin always feels so good to me.”

She ran her hands through the mass of his hair, and then pushed him on his back, rolling on top of him, stretched out. As she unbuttoned his shirt, he kissed her arms, wrapped his hands around her back under her blouse, on either side of her bare spine, pulling her towards him.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve wanted you close to me for such a long time,” he whispered. “Stay with me, this summer, now that the Judge is gone? We’ll have the place to ourselves. Feels like you belong here, with me.”

She smiled. “That might be fun. Thanks for letting me use the internet, yesterday,” she said, opening his shirt and kissing his chest, her lips wandering over his skin.

“I told you, mi casa et su casa.”

He groaned as her lips found his nipples, and she took them between her teeth. “You little vixen,” he whispered, intensity in his voice. His erection bulged under his jeans, and he pressed it against her. “I thought we were taking a nap.”

“Last time we were this close, I was scared,” Jessie whispered, holding on to him. “I’m sorry, Wyatt.”

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” he asked tenderly, one hand on her low back, the other pushing the hair away from her face. “Sex is a big deal. I’d never rush you, Jessie. Are you still scared?” he whispered.

“No. I’m ready for it, now. I want to be with you, Wyatt, be close to you, closer than we’ve ever been,” she told him.

“Oh, Jessie, you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he asked.

“I’ve wanted it too. We’re here now, got the place to ourselves,” she whispered.

Her belly felt warm, against him. She straddled him, unbuttoning the little buttons down the front of her blouse. He watched her take it off, admiring her toned, brown shoulders, the tautness of her arms as he unbuckled his belt, undid the stud on his jeans.

Hopping off the bottom of the bed, she took his socks off, pulling his jeans from the ankles, then slipping her jeans off, too, giving him a little show, smiling coyly.

Then she was tossing the hair away from her face in just her lacy bra and panties, her lithe, taut body wrapped in porcelain skin.

“Do you know how gorgeous you look, standing there, Jessie?”

She unsnapped her bra then, and let it fall to the floor.

Her breasts small and ripe, and the sun came in through the drapes, so a backlit glow surrounded her, her hair glowing bright, till he couldn’t stand not touching her. 

Full of desire, Wyatt reached out, grabbed her hands, and searched her eyes, gazing at her, breathing her in.

“I’ll never forget this moment, Jess. You are beautiful, and you are mine.”

He kissed her gently, then, and, as she responded, her pink tongue touching his, his flickered, more intensely, exploring her mouth. She sighed, and pressed herself to him, her hands pressing his strongly muscled back, their hearts pounding together as he touched her breasts, teased them with his mouth, firm nipples like little buds on his tongue, licking, lapping, sucking.

She moaned with desire, and opened her hips, pressing them against him, against his erection.

“Jessie, Jessie. I want you so badly, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he gasped. “I’m rock hard for you, but we can wait, we have all summer.”

“I don’t want to wait, Wyatt. I want to be closer,” she urged, arching her back as he returned to her nipples. Still kneeling, he stroked her low back, then reached into her panties.  Clasping her bottom, his fingers found the warm, wet space between her legs.

She moaned, and pushed him down on the bed beneath her, kissing his neck, his ears, his mouth.

Wrapping her arms around him, Jessie straddled Wyatt. His erection etched tight against his boxers, below her buttocks. When he lifted his hips, she gripped the elastic at his waist, pulled his briefs down, so his large cock surged up.

“Oh, look at you,” she said, touching it, her fingers tender on his shaft, his testicles.

“I’m so hard for you Jess. I don’t know how long I’m gonna last,” he moaned, and then she took his penis in her mouth, licking and sucking.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned, sighing “Oh Jessie.”

He pulled her head up off of him. “I can’t take much more of that, and I want to come inside you, if you’ll let me.”

On top of her now, he pulled her panties off, spread her legs, finding the warm, red, wet space there with his fingers, then his mouth.

“Wyatt, I want you,” she pleaded, her hips writhing against him.

Spread her legs further with one hand, he placed the head of his penis gently on the cusp of her. Her hands on his buttocks, she pulled him toward her.

“Oh, God!” he gasped, as he entered her.

“Yes,” she cried, pulling him closer, nipples bright, taut raspberries on her pale skin.

He felt resistance. “Geez, Jessie, I don’t want to hurt you. Does it hurt?”

“Umm, yeah,” she answered, suddenly meek. “Is that all right?”

“Is that all right?” he asked tenderly. “Jessie, darling, of course it’s all right, it’s magnificent. You waited for me. Thank you, so, so much.”

Lying beside her now, his arms wrapped around her, she buried her head in his chest

“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” he explained, stroking her hair, kissing her mouth.

“I want this, Wyatt. I’m sure of it,” she told him, eyes big.

He could tell she was a little scared. So was he, truth be told.

But he wanted this, with Jessie, wanted to be her first.

It made his cock throb that much harder.

“I’ll take it easy for you,” he promised, caressing her buttocks. Her legs shifted, and he found her little bud from behind, rubbing it, fingering her. She pulsed against him gently, his fingers tangled in her wet pubic hair.

“Wyatt, I want you inside me,” she whispered. “I want all of you in me. I want this. I was scared, but now I want it more than anything.”

Placing his hands on either cheek, he kissed her, gently, solemnly. Then he rolled onto his back, his cock jutted up, fully erect, “Why don’t you try to lower yourself onto me, Jess?” he whispered. “Just take it easy, and I’ll try to stay still.”

She straddled him again, and this time he held her hips up, supporting her. Jessie resting the cusp of her interior on the tip of his cock, teasing the head of it with her juicy goodness.

As gently, slowly, she slid onto it, he moaned, barely able to hold back from the sensations that were overtaking him.

He groaned with desire as, with gentle movements of her hips, she rose and lowered herself, stroking him in and out of her, teasing him. His cock spasmed. “Oh, baby, that’s enough, that’s all I need, I don’t want to hurt you, I can come right now, just like this,” he whispered, holding her up, so he didn’t penetrate too deeply.

“I want to take all of you,” she insisted, rolling onto her back

“You’re sure?” he asked. Kneeling, fingering her wetness, stroking her with his fingertips, he tore open the package in the drawer of his night stand. She spread her legs around him and, after he’d sheathed himself, slowly pushed his straining cock inside her, a little at a time.

“Give it to me, Wyatt, give me more!” she cried out, pleading, her insides slick and hot and red. He thrust gently, then again a little deeper, then again, until he’d reached her resistance.

 With her hands on his buttocks, she pulled him into her, rocked her hips around him. His cock had a life of its own, and he jerked with desire, thrusting forward, through her membrane. She shrieked, but pulled him into her again, deeper, so much deeper.

Surrounded by her wet tightness, he waited there, paused, held back.

“I’m okay, it’s okay. I want you, so bad. Give it to me. Please, please, Wyatt, give me more,” she begged, squirming around him, rocking her hips against him, her clitoris rubbing his shaft.

Wyatt pitched his hips, began to thrust, and Jessie moved with him, melting against him. Unable to hold back, he thrust faster, more intensely. “Is this all right, baby?” he called, his fingertips wrapped in her hair, and when she gasped, “Yes, oh, yes, Wyatt,” he thrust again, deeper, till the tempo rose to a fever pitch, and he exploded into her, shrieking, calling her name in his ecstasy.

“Oh, Jessie, Jessie,” he moaned, chest heaving, still on top of her as they laid together, tangled as one, fully united. Coming to his senses, he pushed himself up on his elbows, and looked at her, blonde and tawny, gorgeous and luxuriant beneath him, and finally, finally, fully his own. Her eyes were deep pools of passion and contentment.

He kissed her mouth, and she was there for him, firm and generous and bountiful. “My beautiful Jessie,” he said gently, “Are you all right?” He rolled to his side, still inside of her, pulling her with him. “Did I crush you?”

Jessie took Wyatt’s lip in her teeth, gazing into his eyes. “I love you, Wyatt,” she said. And that was it, the simple truth of her life. “I’m glad I waited for you.”

“I love you, Jessie. Thank you for letting me be your first lover,” he whispered, “Did I hurt you?”

“A little bit.”

“I was afraid of that.”

“It’s okay, Wyatt.” She stroked his face, running her finger along the profile of his nose, kissing his cheek. He held her to him, then, stroking her hair, so she snuggled her face into his chest, feeling happier and safer than she had in a long time, since she and Wyatt had last been together, but better now, more sure of herself, because now they were lovers.

“I can’t wait til next time,” she whispered.

“Oh, Jessie-girl, neither can I,” Wyatt said, cupping her into him. “I’m gonna make you come, just you wait and see.” Wrapped around each other, they slept til the western sun, dropping in the sky, burnt through the space between curtains, a shaft of golden light falling across them, then woke. Wyatt put his mouth to Jessie’s thighs, found her soft petals, and slowly, carefully, licked and tongued her to ecstasy.

9

KEEPING IT WEIRD

Monday, May 30, 2016, 3:16 PM~Circle R Ranch, Hobble Creek, TX

Jessie wasted no time beating a hasty exit from Mockingbird Ranch.

Wyatt had been her high school and college sweetheart, her first kiss, and her first lover. She’d buried her feelings for Wyatt for years, but now they were back full bore.

But they’d made mistakes, hurt each other too much for any kind of future, she told herself. And, anyway, Stacia was obviously still in the picture.

As conflicted as she felt, it was even more confusing that Wyatt must have led Stacia to believe they’d have a life together, yet he’d held Jessie, kissed her scalp; she could still feel the touch of his lips there.

Eager to return to Austin, she hurried back to her room on the second floor of Nicole’s guest house to pack, heart still thumping as she showered. As the white eyelet curtains moved gently in the breezy sunshine, Jessie dressed in a white t-shirt, her favorite worn Levi’s, and a Longhorn zip front fleece vest. Grateful for the slice of peace and quiet, she folded her things and stowed them in her tagalong.

Taking her pearl choker off, she placed it in its white velvet box.

It wouldn’t be right to continue to wear the pearls Wyatt had given her for graduation, she thought, her feelings for him as full of turmoil as ever, especially if he and Stacia became engaged. Emilia could enjoy her memories of the best of Jessie and Wyatt’s love.

She’d wrap the pearls up, give them to Emilia someday.

It was the right thing to do.

Jessie brushed out her hair and snapped an elastic around her ponytail. Checking the room carefully, she found her shampoo still in the shower, and tucked it in her bag, tightened the straps of her small pull behind, and headed downstairs to say good bye to Nicole. The dark, pecan paneled lobby was lit by old fashioned hurricane lamps and filled with antiques. Nicole was at the reception desk.

“Thanks, Nicole. I really enjoyed my visit. It’s great to have a place in Hobble Creek to relax with a friend when I visit.”

“I’m always here, Jessie, and I love seeing you, you know that. You come back soon, bring Lalinda along, too,” Nicole suggested, hugging her.

“Sure will,” Jessie answered, slipping out the front door, tossing her bag in the trunk, starting up the engine and getting on the road.

She was heartsick.

All the feelings she had for Wyatt were back.

What was she thinking, anyway?

That was the problem….She wasn’t thinking.

Because she was feeling. Too much.

But she had Mark.

Kind of.

Being alone was simplest, anyway.

Nobody else’s feelings to consider.

Nobody else to worry about.

Nobody to argue with.

Though she and Wyatt had never really argued.

Jessie couldn’t wait to be back in Austin, yet it was torture to leave it all behind.

Monday, May 30, 2016, 7:38 PM~Mockingbird Ranch, Hobble Creek, TX

“Denise?” Wyatt called from his office, where he was going over paperwork. “That you?”

“Stopped by to check on you,” she answered from the kitchen. “You get some dinner, honey?”

“Aww, there’s plenty of leftovers from the party,” Wyatt called out, tossing his pen down and heading her way.

“How ‘bout an iced tea?” she asked, giving him the once over as he entered the kitchen.

“Sure, that’d be nice,” he told her.

“See Jessie?” she asked, digging into the refrigerator.

“We were gonna take a ride today.”

“How’d that go?” Denise asked.

“Great, until Stacia showed up.”

“Hmm, three’s a crowd.” Denise’s voice was carefully neutral, but he didn’t miss the look she gave him.

“Awww, Denise, nobody wants Jessie back the way I do,” he sighed. “You must know that, after all these years.”

“What’cha doin’ about it?” she asked, pert-like, pouring them each a glass of iced tea.

“When I figure that out, I’ll let you know,” he said, sounding as grouchy as he felt.